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作词 : AJ Tracey/MoStack
作曲 : AJ Tracey/The Elements
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cartier frames, and a turtle neck (Fancy)
Parents always love me as a dinner guest (They do)
Had the wins, but I'm not a winner yet (Not yet)
If you're tryna make a pass, I'ma intercept (Let's go)
Got a dog up in the club, I ain't bring a pet (Boom, boom, boom)
Covered in the ice, I ain't tryna sweat (Bling, blaow)
We can make some bread, we can split a check (But, but)
I ain't back and forthin' on the internet (No, sir)
When I think of it
Babe, you'd be a ten out of ten if you never smoke cigarette
But can I blow your back just a little bit?
Ay, rudeboy, you messing with a bigger fish
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings, tell your mum, "Grab a mic"
You lookin' like a snack, baby, can I get a bite?
Don't pull it on a plate
'Member when we touched in my bed? I'll never say
One of dem man got a touch, mandem, own up
Stop the drillin' in my merch, you're a doughnut
Young boy made him so much money that he's grown up
****, if you're my center rock, let's get you blown up
Posh girls wanna take me back to their yard
I don't care if pops is racist, tell your dad, "I'm a star"
And a watch that's on this wrist, I put that on a card
We put bricks up on the strip and now there's bricks in the yard
I only go back and forth with the chicks I like
Nah, I'm joking, I'm moist and I'm kinda shy
But I just mixed my drinks, so I feel the vibe
I'm so drunk, I might DM Jorja Smith tonight
She's got a wedding ring and she's in my ride
Blood, I ain't even married, but I kissed a bride
I'm a pop star now, stop wylin' out
But I won't lie, I kinda miss riding out
I was on a fine line with them ables out
I don't play for NBA, but I may ball out
My brothers all in order, the heat in the corner
My broski will make this Smith sing like it's Jorja
I used to always keep it easy with a jiggle back
And one kiss is all it takes, I could give you that
But I'm not gonna do her, I ain't with all that
And now I'm playing by new rules, I'll just give her back
I ain't goin' back and forth 'cause I'm never listenin'
If you ain't gettin' money keep the social distance
Burbs on my shirt like I'm at a Christenin'
Burberry front row, me, Odell, glistening
I came here to Parley boo, to Madlib
Real G's don't do balloons
Then I'm fake, white Air Forces, they lookin' like Aitch
I don't wanna force it, but she's looking like bae